I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO
I DO NOT OWN MONSTER BOY

DOCTOR WHO IS OWNED BY THE BRITISH BROADCASTINC CORPORATION
MONSTER BOY IS OWNED BY REBEKKA HEARL

"We're gonna freaking get you guys!" a heavy set middle schooler with a broken nose and a small scar above his left eye shouted as he and two cohorts chased three other children. To his left was a slim kid with a sock hat and to his right was a girl wearing purple and far too many gothic accessories.

The three kids they chased made a curve around a street corner in unison. In the middle was a small boy with freckles and a panicked look about him. To his sides were a young albino girl with an eye patch, and an older boy wearing a green hoodie and a hook-shaped nose.

"What did you two guys do this time?" The girl asked them as they rounded another corner.

"Chris called Kevin fat." Her eyebrows went up in response to the younger one's answer.

"Only because he called me an emo." Chris didn't like being called that. "And thanks for selling me out, kid."

"Sorry." Most everyone called the youngest one "kid" or "boy" since they never bothered asking his name. And he never bothered giving it. "I think we lost them." He sighed as they rounded a third corner.

At the same time, in a large circular room designed in the Victorian style except for what appeared to be a cylindrical computer console in the exact center, a man with long curly hair and wearing a long green velvet jacket over a waistcoat, was relaxing in a rather nice chair while reading a book.

"Doctor?" He turned around to see a young woman in her late twenties with short blonde hair come up the stairs. "Why is there a moon buggy next to the bathroom?

The Doctor squinted his eyes trying to remember, his memory often failed him. "I can't remember." He got up to check the central console. "Does it offend you?"

"What?"

"The moon buggy," the Doctor looked over some data. "Does it offend you?"

"No," she was used to these kinds of things.

"Good," the Doctor continued looking through information before stopping dead in his tracks. "Grace..."

"What?" The Doctor was staring morbidly at a screen. Grace got behind him to see. It was what appeared to be a flying saucer with half spheres all along its sides. "What's that?"

"I don't know for sure." The Doctor began adjusting controls. "But I have a strong feeling I know what's inside." Grace had never seen the Doctor this concerned before. "Grace, buckle up."

Grace immediately ran to a chair that had seatbelts as the Doctor pulled a lever, causing the entire room to lurch and an ominous noise to engulf the area.

DOCTOR WHO
MONSTER BOY

The Past Darkened
By Seth Campbell

Part One

The three kids, having given their pursuers the slip, headed for the park.

"Why are we going to the park? They might find us." The boy had a good point, the three bullies frequently hanged out at the park, mostly because it was the one place they weren't likely to get arrested.

"I wanna sketch some stuff." Chris pulled out his sketchbook. He was very adept at art, but not so at other subjects. "And Viola wants some 'fresh air'." He used air quotes for the last two words, much to Viola's dismay.

"It's good for you." Despite her age, Viola often showed intelligence beyond her years. "And besides, you need it a lot more than me."

"Hey!" Chris didn't get out much and he knew it. "I'm sorry if I don't find skipping in a flower bed to be-" Chris cut himself short when he saw the flying saucer just above the park. "Guys, look!" The others looked up and saw it too. They started to head towards it as slowly turned invisible before landing in the nearby woods with a loud "thud".

"Come on," the two followed Chris into the woods. Three ominous and shadowy beings silently watched from a distance.

Further into the woods, a mechanical screech filled the immediate area as a light flashed about three meters above the ground. With each flash, a large blue object materialized beneath it. When done, a blue police box stood where there was nothing before.

The door opened and out came the Doctor and Grace. She looked around while the Doctor fiddled with what appeared to be a penlight.

"Doctor, what was that thing?" The Doctor finished whatever he was doing and after pointing the light around, went to his right.

"Most likely: Daleks." Grace followed him towards the more dense woods.

"What's a Dalek?"

"Trouble."

After a short while, the Doctor stopped still, stopping Grace as well.

"What is it?" Grace asked with a hushed voice.

"There's something moving behind those trees." He pointed to a small mass of shrubbery and baby trees, rustling in a distinct pattern. The Doctor slowly crept towards the shrubbery before lunging forward to grab what was hiding.

TO BE CONTINUED